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[ellacutioner]

thick, still, hot air makes me sick. air that doesn't move, air that doesn't circulate and crawls into your lungs and slowly crawls out until there's no more air left. air that wants to get out, of a classroom or a car with all the windows down, it needs to get out, into the cold moving air, it needs to get out or it will die. dead air. air that is

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[brennana]

ha. i just read your comment on my journal. you all went and made me cry. i don't know if it'd be totally awkward but i still feel after everything that happened that i could still tell you anything. you're the only person who ever really understood exactly how i felt. i vote for at least talking again. we were so close and it feels weird throwing it all those years away, ya know? it's incredibly confusing. but if you think about it, since we have such different lives now, that'd give us even more to talk about...who knows. it's so weird because this past week i've been thinking about how close we were and everything and then you said that. but yeah, 5th grade was the best and you so know she loved the party we threw her...even if the soda was flat.